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2023.06.03 22:21 waithowlongcanthisbe Clicking noise in motor only while under tension

Wondering why my board is clicking?
I was out riding today but I went over a fairly rough bit of road and noticed a clicking sound while going slow after, it might have been doing it before but the main reason I heard it was because I was going slow.
This only happens while the motor is under tension from the belt
I've swapped wheels and belts and it is definitely the motor making the noise (the other one sounds fine)
That big line on the motor is from a rock getting stuck in the housing a while ago and isn't from this
I haven't taken the actual motor off yet cause it looks like a pain and my board is still under warranty so I'll probably contact backfire and see if they have any ideas, just thought I'd ask over here first
Apart from the sound, the board works completely fine as far as I can tell
Thanks in advance for any suggestions!
(Also I lost one of the washers or whatever they are called that goes in between the wheel and the nut while I was check on this, how important is that? Is there a standard size or do I need to check with backfire to find the right one?)
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2023.06.03 22:21 Jolly_Show_8666 Overnight shift pay

I really feel there should be an increase because of the risk being taken. 4am delivering to a house that’s 100 feet off the road in hopes that if someone is up they see your vest and don’t panic 🤷🏾‍♂️. Motion sensor lights when you drop package on porch. The fact we’re sent to gated communities with no access code and security is off duty. Main issue of late has been the wage amount is always $54-$58 but now they’re attempting to send me to deliver in 2 different cities. They’re not compensating correctly for mileage. If I have to drive 25+ miles to 1st delivery it makes 0 sense for me to have to drive another 15-20 miles between deliveries. Last night I had 14 packages. 12 in one city all within 10 miles apart. Then my last 2 are in a entire different city that calls for a 20 min drive for the 1st then another 20 min drive for the 2nd. Then you realize you have the drive back which is basically going to be more miles than it took to deliver 🤷🏾‍♂️. I ask questions at dispatch and they cite support, I ask support and they point finger at dispatch
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2023.06.03 22:20 lilwolfie420 I hate how people think OCD is being clean

Truly I hate how people say "I'm so ocd, my room has to be spotless" "it's my ocd" ocd this ocd that. Ya and my ocd will force me to check things 50 million times to make sure it's done properly, turned on or off properly. It's nothing to do this cleanliness and everything to do with the anxiety of something bad happening, the COMPULSION of doing so. My luckly number is 5, 5 flicks of the light, Ok it's on properly and won't start a fire. Knob on the oven is turned off 5 times so it won't leak and kill me in my sleep. My hair is brushed 5 times so it won't fall out today. My teeth are brushed 5 times this morning so they won't rot while I'm eating. It takes me 5x longer to get out of the house then it does my bf bc everything has to be done 5 times. Locking windows/doors 5 times. It's so hard when people will just say "oh your not a really clean person, so you don't have ocd" I hate it so much. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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2023.06.03 22:20 ezosresyek Some thoughts about the Guinhoe, and the new characters of Chapter 4

As all who have finished the first part of Chapter 4 can remember, the last CG we saw was a picture of nine people, including a smiling Yi Sang.
All of the people in the picture are associated with Guinhoe. They are based on real life members (Korean artists & writers) of the so-called Nine-Member Association, or Circle of Nine if you’re feeling Chuuni.
You already know Yi Sang, but that was the man’s pen name. His actual name was Kim Hae-Gyeong. There are two theories about the origin of his pen name. The more well known theory (offered by his family) is that when he worked as an architect, his Japanese superior would keep on referring to him as ‘Yi-San’ instead of ‘Gin-San’ (Mr. Yi and Mr. Kim) as a sign of disrespect towards someone of an ‘inferior race’. The second, offered by an exerpt attributed to him on his graduation album, says that he did it in honor of his close friend Ku Pon-ung—Keep an eye out for his Pen name/Nickname ‘Seosan’, as though he wasn’t part of the Guinhoe his father’s print shop published a collection of their works. Ku had gifted to him a art supply box made out of plum tree wood so his name would be the Chinese characters for ‘plum tree’ and ‘box’, Yi and Sang.
Gubo is the pen name for a poet named Park Tae-won (It’s kind of famous in Korea that he’s the grandfather of Bong Joon-ho, the director of Parasite). In life, Park was one of Yi Sang’s closest friends. The ‘하융’ we can see on Yi Sang’s in-game ID picture refers to a character in one of his works, who was as lovelorn and pitiful as his inspiration. He really pitied Yi Sang, his hardly recognized talent, the abuse he suffered by the hands of the prostitute he lived with, and his illness. Gubo the character works for N Corp and the (seeming) primary antagonists of the entire game, but I wouldn’t be surprised if more of his true intentions surface later on in the story.
Dongrang was the pen name for Yoo Chi-jin, a poet and starting member of Guinhoe. (Potential spoiler pertaining to Dongrang’s future) He’s also controversial in Korea for being a supporter of the Japanese occupation. If Yi Sang working for an Imperial Japanese company was a matter of circumstance and there’s no direct link between the man and pro-Empire leanings, there are plenty of links lending credibility to the thought that Yoo was in bed with the Japanese government. The worm of a man survived in post-War South Korea as someone pandering to fears of Communism, never mind the bad things he did during the occupation. I say this because it might not be a surprise where the character Dongrang goes from here. K Corp is shaping up to be a pretty antagonistic force, and Dongrang being the type to kowtow to authority is indication that something’s wrong. There’s also Samjo, who is a character in the first of Yoo’s plays, Tomak, or House of Mud. Samjo is a young man who goes off to Japan in hopes of striking it rich there. The play paints a realistic view of hopelessness in rural Korea under Japanese rule, where a lot of the land was taken under their direct control. I guess Samjo could be a symbol of trying to make the best out of a bad situation, but I unfortunately could not find a copy of the play online so take it with a grain of salt.
Dongbaek is what we call Camellia flowers. Novelist Gim Yu-jeong did not have a pen name, but one of his most famous works is titled The Camellias. That book is also where the namesake of the Ring Maestro Jumsoon originates. (Potential Spoiler pertaining to Dongbaek’s future) Gim also suffered from the TB that also took his close friend Yi Sang’s life. Yi Sang is said to have suggested committing suicide together in the fall of 1936 to end the suffering from illness and poverty. Gim’s refusal was due to his hope for life, and an ending passion to continue writing in spite of his illness and his poverty. Yi Sang left for Tokyo the day after. Gim died of TB the following April, as did Yi Sang not even a month later. If the game follows this somewhat, the woman at the end of this first part won’t be associated with the big bad of the chapter, but will share in the suffering.
That’s all I have to say for now, but I can’t wait to see where the story will go from here.
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2023.06.03 22:20 InkDiamond (cont.) It’s the end of the universe. To celebrate, you just want to chill with your best friend. After all, he’s the only other remaining person in the whole world. But to your surprise, he reveals that you’re not the only one invited to his party…

(Note: this is the second half of the story. Will link the first half shortly)
The two teens both looked toward the front of the room. There was a gray sphere. Hovering in the doorway.
But if you asked Marc, it was an annoying gray sphere. And it hovered in the doorway like an absolute rustnut.
Marc wasn’t sure where on the sphere to level his disdain. The whole dumb surface was the same all over. It was a series of interconnected, translucent hexagons. Stupid yellow lights blinked sporadically across its many faces—for no apparent rhyme or reason—perhaps just to further annoy Marc.
An electronic voice called out from the sphere. “Did I hear muuuuuusic?” he asked. “Before that last plasma burst?”
Marc shot Sid a glare that could kill. But the big blue alien didn’t back down.
Last impression. Remember?” he told Marc before going toward Tōn-E with a brimming, sharp-toothed smile and arms extended. “Tōn-E! Glad you could make it! Come on in.”
On the inside, Marc cringed. He mostly tried to forget that Tōn-E walked (hovered?) the same Levels as them. Tōn-E represented the most self-destructive habits of the Outpost. The only features of the city indifferent to survival.
But Tōn-E was all too real. He entered the room like a ghost in a nightmare.
“I am also happy to be here,” he said. The faces of his sphere randomly lit up as he spoke. “I otherwise had no plans for tonight. Because the planet is set to explode.”
“Yes, I’ve heard,” Sid joked.
“I approximate it will only take a few more—hold on. What is this??”
Tōn-E spun slowly in the air. The side previously facing Sid rotated toward the ceiling. When it reached the top, a spotlight shot toward the ceiling—right where Sid’s door had slotted in.
The spotlight stretched horizontally across the door until it resembled a straight line. This line swept back and forth across the raised door. It moved as if he was cleaning it.
“I don’t believe it!” Tōn-E said. “What an exquisite painting. A remarkable addition to your growing and ever-expanding portfolio, Sid.”
Tōn-E finished his scan of the painting. His expanding spotlight shut off. And he re-centered himself to face Sid.
“Aww, shanks,” Sid said. Each of his right arms latched onto the bends of the left ones. “You really think so?”
“Of course! There are colors here I’ve only seen named in the logs. You have tastefully incorporated /#FF00FF: a color our ancestors previously referred to as ‘magenta.’”
“Yes! That’s right! I was going for ‘magenta!’ You really think I did it?”
Marc looked down to hide his face. He rolled his eyes. Magenta. He would have loved to tell Sid how much he liked it too. But Marc had spent his years surviving, not studying colors in old, useless historical archives.
Sid and Tōn-E continued their snooty, pretentious discussion.
“I made it mixing legblee blood and just a liiiiiiittle bit of groundwater,” Sid said.
“That was a very clever! Allow me to save your painting to my internal memory.”
“Really??” Sid’s cheeks greened a little.
“Yes, I will review at a later time when I am both unable to view the original but would still like to once again be inspired by your clever and skillful hands.”
“Tōn-E, I—I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”
Marc simmered in his anger. Stupid Tōn-E. Always ruining things. Making them about him and his dumb, endless archives.
“I am perhaps only more impressed by your chosen ensemble! Do my eyes perceive veritable Lenorkian armor?”
The talkative orb whooshed toward Sid. It began revolving around him like an annoyingly-attached moon. As his exo-orb hummed excitedly, Tōn-E rattled off his useless knowledge of antiquated armor.
“Snorp-resistant spiked shoulder caps?!” He spun around Sid’s midsection. “Triple-layered chest plates?!” He dropped closer to the floor. “Anti-gravity shin guards made from the rare lenorkium alloy?!”
Tōn-E giggled as he orbited Sid. His laugh disturbed Marc. It sounded like a space rat being strangled in the bowels of an undersea air vent.
Sid could hardly keep up with Tōn-E’s flying. But he looked happy with the attention. “Yeah! I’m told this suit was built for the Frost Ring wars,” he said. “It never got used.”
Marc continued to not engage. He slunk deeper into his shawl, folded his arms, and sighed.
I don’t believe it!” Tōn-E said.
He backed off from Sid, flying back toward the doorway. He turned on his spotlight once again. It now stretched over Sid’s body. “Saving! Saving!”
Sid wasted no time posing for the occasion. He flexed all four arms and gritted his snaggling teeth. His irises turned a deep red and his two small horns protruded from his forehead. Tōn-E was overjoyed. “I did not think I would ever have the chance to record your agitated state,” he said.
I’ll show you an agitated state, Marc thought to himself.
“I’ve got a relic you’re going to love,” Tōn-E said. His tiny sphere filled the cave with noise. But it wasn’t Tōn-E’s usual metallic voice. The sound came from another species entirely.
His orb played an intense, ear-shuddering roar. The recording may have been slightly fuzzy, but Marc knew the source. It was unmistakably Lenorkian.
And like the gears in a drill, something appeared to “click” inside Sid. His eyes widened. His armored chest expanded. And he joined in. But Sid’s roar was… authentic.
“HRRRRRRRRRGAAAAAAAAHHHHH” he blasted out of mouth. Marc’s entire rib cage vibrated uncomfortably.
It spooked Marc. Igniting some primal desire to escape a dangerous predator. That was a feeling he never felt around Sid. He didn’t like it.
Sid himself even looked embarrassed for a second. Something he’d kept suppressed had slipped out. But Tōn-E turned up the volume on his recording. And with a cautious smile of someone nervously breaking a rule, Sid matched it. And then some. The two bellowed together. It was enough to make Marc queasy, although it was unclear whether it was due to the vibrations or Sid bonding so much with Tōn-E.
The roaring continued. Their talking continued. Tōn-E went on about Sid’s armor some more and his people’s valor and the hardship his ancestors must have faced.
“Usually I keep this stuff stashed away,” Sid said to Tōn-E in his soft normal voice. His horns had retracted, and his eyes had returned to normal. “These are shameful pieces of our history. Truly. And with a people I never really fit in with. But tonight, it just felt right to wear it, you know?”
“I understand completely,” Tōn-E said. “It is in these end times that we gravitate toward those traditions that were so much of what made us feel alive in the first place.”
The statement made Marc want to hurl. He didn’t want to entertain such stupid notions. But the gremlin rotated to him next.
“Hello Marc! Did you find any good junk today? Any new additions to your scrap pile?”
Marc seethed. “I didn't scavenge today, Tōn-E. There wouldn't be any use. It's the end of the universe.”
“That surprises me. Humans love their junk and doodads.”
“Yeah well, we don’t have to cling to the past, do we? Not like that ever saved anyone.” He hugged his wrapped arms even tighter, tilting his body away from Sid and Tōn-E. His cold shoulder ended the conversation.
Sid picked it back up. “So Tōn-E, do you, uh… drink?”
As it turned out, he did. Tōn-E accepted a cup of fludge. He held it with a robotic arm—one that had suddenly extended from his exo-orb. Tōn-E’s orb whirred as the center of his “face” sprouted a grotesque, needle-like proboscis. It poked outward like a long nose.
This straw extended into the cup he held. Tōn-E sipped the fludge like an insect sipping nectar (whatever those two things were; the Archives were spotty).
Sid waited with anticipation. Then Tōn-E’s sphere shuddered. The fludge must have reached the insufferable little creature on the inside. “Scrumptious!” he said.
Marc sighed quietly to himself. For some reason, he thought the night would have made a turn for the better if Tōn-E had hated it.
“Two for two!” Sid pumped three victorious fists into the air. He grinned as Tōn-E’s straw dipped into the cup once more. The straw made a little slurping sound.
“My taste buds are tingling!” Tōn-E said.
But the big cup was too much for him to finish. He returned the mostly-full drink to Sid. And his robotic straw receded to his exo-orb. Sid of course finished the cup, slurping up the remaining pool of fludge.
“So…” Sid said. He wiped his mouth. “Should I put some tunes back on?” He pointed over his shoulder to the idle vent. Then he looked across his two guests for an answer.
Marc shrugged. He didn’t care about anything anymore. Next to Marc, Tōn-E bobbed excitedly.
“Oh, yes!” he said. “One reads about concepts such as scales and measures, but it is entirely different to actually experience them with one’s own body!”
What body? Marc thought to himself. And what were the other things Tōn-E had mentioned? Something about… measuring… dragons?
He studied the cave floor while Sid skipped to the vent.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sid said. “Get those Level 7 legs ready!” He tugged at the creaking cover once more.
It came off easier this time. With a pop! the storm above returned to the cave. Its natural melody filled the room.
“Woooooooo!” Sid raised his hands again and walked back toward the other two.
Tōn-E mimicked him with two twig arms.
But the music didn’t have the same magic as before. The beats were stale. And Marc found himself unable to ignore the sting of the sand pelting his face. He lifted his shawl over his mouth. His voice was barely audible.
“I’m sitting this song out,” he said.
The other two didn't seem to hear him. They were facing each other, waving their arms sporadically against the air current.
Marc didn’t care. He grabbed his unfinished drink from the kitchen. Then he searched for a place to sit.
He found a couch, just in front of the dancing aliens. As he took his seat, his bottom started to sink into the sofa. The tarp covering the couch crinkled.
He tried guessing the material underneath it. Clay, maybe? He pondered the question while watching Sid and Tōn-E figure out dancing without him.
“This is how Marc was doing it before!” Sid said to Tōn-E. His four arms fanned across the breeze.
But he got everything wrong. His arms whipped around the wind, not with it. And he was thinking too much about his next move, as evidenced by his scrunched brows. But the greatest offense of all was his midsection: his hips and legs stayed in place—as if someone had threatened them.
A part of Marc wanted to get up and show him how it was done. But another part wanted to see Sid fail. Realize the effort was futile. Give up on bonding with Tōn-E. And kick the Sphere of Useless Facts out of his house.
“Am I doing it right, Marc?” Sid asked while each of his arms flew in a different direction.
“You look great!” Marc replied. He took a long sip of fludge.
Tōn-E, on the other hand, did his best to replicate Sid. He waved his skinny arms erratically. It almost made Marc laugh; Tōn-E looked like he’d been set on fire.
But in all, the whole thing was awful. A bad impression giving birth to an even worse impression.
And they didn’t seem to be enjoying it much either. Despite Marc’s glowing endorsement, Sid and Tōn-E danced themselves to the brink.
Sid kept losing his balance. He tried to keep up with the music but flung himself too hard in any one direction. And every time he made a misstep, he’d let loose an acidic snarl. Tōn-E grew frustrated as well. Every few seconds, he simply froze. His exterior lights would blink red in error. As Marc had hoped, the two “painting pals” quickly ran out of steam.
The dancing halted altogether. A tired Sid returned to the vent and hoisted the grate back onto the vent’s mouth. The music stopped.
“I’ll just turn it down for a minute,” he said. He adjusted a dial on the grate. The metal slits creaked open. And a muted sandstorm flowed through them.
The music reflected the overall energy in the room: depleted. Sid secured himself two more cups of fludge before joining Marc on the tarp couch.
Tōn-E followed his lead. The little troll took a seat too, which meant hovering over the last open spot on the other side of Marc.
The boys took a minute to relax on the couch. They sat quietly while the plasma storm above the Outpost boomed and cracked.
Well, Sid and Tōn-E relaxed. They chugged down another couple cups of fludge and floated quietly over the couch (respectively). Meanwhile, Marc continued to be annoyed. He considered stepping outside and climbing to Level 1. Offer himself to the plasma storm a few hours early. The non-stop hum of Tōn-E’s exo-orb goaded him further.
Did it really have to make that noise?
Marc didn’t think the afternoon could get any worse. And then it did. Because Tōn-E’s insufferable humming suddenly quieted. And that only could have meant…
“Oh!” Tōn-E exclaimed, “I know what we can talk about!”
Marc braced for impact. His nails dug into his knees.
Don’t you dare, he thought.
“I read the most interesting fact about cats today!” Tōn-E started.
Not again, Marc thought. Absolutely NOT again. His fists trembled with rage.
Did you know cats were the central deity across ten different ancient civilizations? The trend started with humans, of course, but the religion quickly spread across the galaxy as interplanetary travel became more widely available.”
“I actually didn’t know that,” Sid said, entertaining Tōn-E’s ridiculous theory. “Where did you find that?”
“The Archives! They have somewhat documented this phenomenon. You see, it was a common practice to capture footage of cats, even in their sleeping state. They were so important to these cultures that even the most mundane moment yielded significant reason to capture and worship them. If you want to see, I can—”
Marc had had enough. He slammed his cup down on the floor and flew off the couch.
“—SHUT UP. SHUT UP ABOUT CATS!” he shouted. He swung back around to face the other two. “CATS AREN’T REAL TŌN-E! AND THEY WERE NEVER REAL!”
That’s enough, Marc!” Sid clenched his teeth.“Don’t start this.
Marc returned fire, “I didn’t start anything; that was YOU. Going behind my back! Inviting more of these… fairy tales!
His emotions overwhelmed him. He didn’t know whether to yell more or start crying. He did both.
“It’s the end of the universe!” he said as tears streamed down his face. “We can’t keep clinging to the things that brought us to this point in the first place! All these stupid traditions are the reason no one’s even here with us now! IT KILLED THEM ALL! And anyone stupid enough to keep believing in them is—"
—I said THAT’S ENOUGH!” Sid growled. Marc didn't care.
NO!” he said. Then he looked back at Tōn-E. “NONE of what you’re seeing in the Archives is real! The data is corrupt! It’s ALL CORRUPT! And CATS are just another dumb fairy tale to keep people like you going, while…”
He ran out of steam. He realized there was no more “going.” In fact, there was no time remaining in the universe for anything. But that didn’t diminish his animosity and anger toward the world. He glared down at the gray sphere. His chest heaved.
Meanwhile, Sid kept a cooler, bluer head. He too looked to Tōn-E, but with compassion in his eyes.
Tōn-E didn’t immediately respond to either. The only sound in the room came from his exo-orb. Well, the exo-orb plus the ladle on the counter, which suddenly blooped into the big pot.
All eyes were on the atypically quiet alien, whose hexagonal faces began to light up.
“I suppose,” his voice trailed, “that cats may not have been real after all. You said it yourself: records are foggy. They’re all from thousands of years ago...” He sighed. Tōn-E’s lights transitioned to a new blinking pattern. “And I also suppose… that I should have been more mature about interpreting error-prone information in the Archives…”
“It's okay, man,” Sid said. “I like that you dream big.” He reached across the couch to place a comforting hand on Tōn-E. But Tōn-E floated out of reach.
“I understand my presence here is probably upsetting,” he said. “You two have a special bond. I should not have interfered with it in its last moments. I will go.”
“No, Tōn-E,” Sid said. Each pair of his hands met in front of his chest “Please stay. You have every right to be here too.”
“I should go,” Tōn-E said. “I will spend the rest of the evening focused on real things. And because I will no longer be here, I suppose it will be the perfect opportunity to review Sid’s art so I can feel inspired for the end times.”
He slipped between Sid and Marc toward the doorway.
“No, don’t!” Sid called after him. “We should do this together.
But Tōn-E had already vanished outside.
The Lenorkian, hand extended, waited for Tōn-E to come back. But the floating sphere did not reappear in the doorway.
And that was when a low trill emanated from the couch. It was coming from Sid’s his chest. He looked up at Marc, glaring. He bared his pointed teeth. His horns reappeared. And his eyes flushed with scarlet pigment.
Yuh-oh, Marc thought. About half his prior anger evaporated. Fear of a fight took hold.
Marc didn’t exactly dislike his chances. Lenorkians may have been stronger, but Sid wasn't a fighter. Marc was.
But Sid stuck to his morals.
GET OUT!” Sid shouted.
Marc reflexively jumped out of reach. The short hop sort of ruined his show of anger. But he was still boiling mad. After all, fifty percent of him hadn't abandoned the cat grudge.
Fine!” he shouted back. “Have fun exploding alone.” He whipped away to the exit.
The party was finished now. He almost stopped and went back for his fludge. But he didn’t want it anymore either. He just wanted a nice end of the universe with his friend. And now the end of the universe was ruined.
At least the apocalypse outside was behaving predictably. Marc stepped into the adjacent cave corridor. He surveyed the damage outside, looking through the long, horizontal gap in the cave wall. As the experts had predicted, the plasma storm took its toll.
The canyon glowed eerily bright, despite it being evening time. The wind howled as it raced through the canyon. And the cliffs around the gorge flashed white and pink as the storm charged with electricity, preparing to make its final jump.
Lightning cracked toward the ground. Some of the bolts hit the opposing cliff, sending rubble deep into the gorge. A gentle tremor rumbled in the ground beneath him.
The plasma storm overhead only creeped further around the planet. As the canyon brightened, shockwaves coursed through the entire city. They threw Marc off his feet again. He hit the ground.
Behind him, thunderous clacking erupted. The sound of falling rocks filled the corridor. He flipped over to see what explosion had thrown him.
It was bad. He stopped breathing. Because he could no longer see Sid’s home. All he saw was a pile of rubble.
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2023.06.03 22:20 hashtagpearish Am I (F28) in the wrong that I am unable to accept my mother in law's (F56 I think) flaws (that everyone says is her inherent nature and everyone in the family have accepted and moved on)?

Frequent lurker, not so frequent poster!
Statutory disclosure, I don't know if I'm looking for an advice or simply looking to talk about it. Also, my head is all over the place, so the post might be long.
My husband (33M) and I (28F) got married about a year ago. What we have is a typical Indian family, us, his parents and his sibling.
They're all nice people, my husband is the most wonderful person I could ever think of being with. The problem lies in my Mother-in-law (MIL) (late 50ies).
MIL isn't necessarily a bad person, isn't a monster in law per se, even cares as much as a MIL could. But she's wayyyy too much into formalities, doing things just out of formality, offering to help out of formality, lying for no real reason, small stupid lies (like husband asked to make pancakes for breakfast and said you'll also eat that, when in fact husband had never said that). All of this makes it impossible for me to trust her. Even when she's being genuinely caring or genuinely concerned, I feel like she's faking it.
Another problem with her is her inherent nature, which I can only describe as being self-absorbed. It often feels like she believes she's above everyone else, she's always in the right. What she has, her kids have is the best. She wants to be above everyone else.
I am not the kind of daughter in law (DIL) she had expected. I can't cook, I can't talk much unless I am comfortable, I'm not too much into dressing up like a newlywed should. I've been told multiple times by her that don't I need more bling in my clothes, better jewelry, louder makeup? I am probably the opposite of what she'd wanted in her DIL.
In the last one year, I've been disrespected by her multiple time in multiple ways.
There are so many more instances, I could go on. Since the very beginning I've felt like an outsider here and feel that way today too. It has always been "her" house. And now I've accepted it to be "her" house which can never be mine.
Because of all of this, I've stopped talking to her more than necessary. I am civil, even caring, but I am not how I had hoped we would be. She has a problem with that because according to her, I don't talk to her, I am not free with her, like I am with my FIL and sibling in law. But I am this way because when I tried talking to her, it felt like she's just not interested.
Call me stupid but I'd expected to have a home here, in laws who were like parents. My husband is wonderful, FIL and sibling-in-law are good too. But because of MIL I'm not able to accept anybody. I'm not able to accept this place as home. Feels like a bread & breakfast where I have more responsibilities.
MIL has always been like this, the other three in the house have tried to change her over the past years, realised she won't and have accepted her as she is. She talks, they nod but do what they want to. They cater to her, do not disrespect in any way, they love her but they don't give into her unreasonable demands, or those demands which they are not in a position to fulfil because they have other plans. In short, in spite of her being her and trying to control the, they are living their life the way they want to.
Husband in many ways hopes I become like them too. Ignore MIL and live my life. But I'm not able to do that. If I ignore, I ignore 100%. I can't pretend, I can't fake. Every time I feel disrespected, I cannot ignore that. I am not able to move on from everything that happened over the past year. I have become cold towards everyone, I am not me anymore. I can't ignore her and carry on with my life happily, so I've become quiet and sad.
Every now and then I cry because of something or the other. On an average, I cry every 2-3 days. If for nothing else, I start crying because because of all of this, I'm drifting away from my husband. He's trying his hardest to hold me, to hold onto me, but I'm not able to warm up to him either. I hate it. I know this is not how I should treat him, he deserves better, so much better, but I'm just not able to give him that. I don't know what to do.
On some days I feel maybe its my fault that I am not able to accept MIL as she is, ignore her and live happily, like everyone in this house is doing. I feel like I'm wrong for not being able to ignore everything she does wrong (because that's her nature) and still love her. I've tried. I've not been able to.
I don't hate her. I care for her. But I don't know what to do anymore. I'm tired of living like this. My husband deserves better.
Am I really in the wrong? Should I try harder to accept her flaws, like her kids and her husband has?
P.S. Husband, FIL and sibling-in-law has told her most of the time she has done wrong to me. It isn't like they aren't doing anything to make me feel more comfortable. So much that FIL and MIL have had huge fights over some of the things she's done towards me and my family in the past. But MIL doesn't really learn, she may have accepted maybe 2 out of 10 mistakes, the other 8, she probably feels she wasn't in the wrong.
TDLR- MIL is a difficult person who feels she's always right and is above everybody else. Things she says/ does can be insulting. She also does a lot of things because society demands, does things for the sake of formality. Everyone else in the family have accepted and moved on. I am not able to do that. Consequences are, I am not even able to accept the other family members and I am drifting away from my husband. Am I wrong in being unable to accept that this is how she is and this is how she is to everyone, even her own children and husband?
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2023.06.03 22:19 fonduchicken12 Dynasty Football 1QB .5PPR $30 LF manager, Sleeper/Leaguesafe

Looking to fill 1 team in a 12 team NFL dynasty football league. $30 buy in, league is on sleeper and we use leaguesafe. Team is a little older but competitive:
Johnathon Taylor, Davante Adams, Stefon Diggs, Lockett, Dulcich, Nuk, Jameis, Mike White, Randall Cobb, Eno Benjamin, Robert Tonyan, Dawson Knox, CEH, Crowder, Jerome Ford, Kylen Granson, Noah Gray.
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Also has 1.06 draft pick this year and all future picks
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2023.06.03 22:19 ZeppelinGrowsWithLED Smart/safe garage door button in picture-elements dashboard??


The problem #1:

I want my garage door status to be visible easily on my phone's dashboard. This is easy: I just use a state-icon type thing for the shelly switch. The issue is that the icon essentially acts like a light. Even if I choose mdi:garage for the icon, it just goes from blue (closed) to yellow (open). So I'd like a way to change the style, or even the icon that is displayed.
The following YAML does not work. Not sure why.
 - entity: binary_sensor.shelly_shellyplus1_switch state_icons: closed: mdi:garage-variant open: mdi:garage-open-variant state_styles: closed: color: green open: color: red style: '--mdc-icon-size': 45px left: 71% top: 82% 

Problem #2:

I'd like the icon to be able to turn_on my shelly switch. But because it's a different entity, I can't simply add a tap_action section.
Additionally, I'd love if I could have the action be conditional:
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2023.06.03 22:18 Callsign_Daniel Hello, planing my little project and run into a small issue. Does anyone have a picture of this rail on an AK? I need to know how forward does it sit above the dust cover.

Hello, planing my little project and run into a small issue. Does anyone have a picture of this rail on an AK? I need to know how forward does it sit above the dust cover. submitted by Callsign_Daniel to airsoft [link] [comments]

2023.06.03 22:18 SubstantialTwist8410 Substance to block ants reaching feeder?

I have several feeders that are attached to the house with an steel hanger, same kind of hanger for plants. It works great, they can be swung into view next to a window.
Problem, stupid ants climb up the arm of the hanger and onto the feeder. My feeders have the cup for water, which on a 90 degree day lasts for a few hours. Ants end up in the liquid and I have to change it out in a day or two. I try to change it out every three days.
Has anyone found a substance that will block ants crawling up the arm of a hanger. I have tried: aluminum foil, vasoline, teflon tape. Nothing works.
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2023.06.03 22:18 BenKlesc It is impossible to find a full time Summer job between college

With my current resume I get calls from recruiters wanting to hire me very often... starting salaries ranging from 24-30/hour.
I have to turn them all down, because everyone wants commitment which I can't make when semester is in session.
Even when it comes to medial jobs like retail and hardware stores (Lowes, grocery store etc), the full time positions are all taken and most companies want you to be committed and not leave when you return to school.
I've applied to 25+ offers and declined by all. No one wants to waste time training you, only for you to quit after 3 months and return to school. (You would think companies would encourage education and open a door for you when you return?)
I find the only way to make good money while you are in college outside of internships related to your degree, is to work for yourself. House painting, landscaping. Especially with min wage rising and less companies willing to hire temp workers.
This has been my discouraging experience, and does anyone agree with what I'm saying?
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2023.06.03 22:18 AutoModerator [Complete Bundle] Iman Gadzhi Courses

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The courses of Iman Gadzhi include the following:
  1. Agency Navigator course Core Curriculum
  2. Financial Planner, Revenue Calculator, Outreach Tracker & More Tools
  3. Websites Templates, Funnels, Ads & More
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- Signing Clients
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- Onboarding Clients
- Managing Client Communication...
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2023.06.03 22:17 CEOofGum Soulmate shenanigans

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2023.06.03 22:17 JayBoyy2 [25/M] Irish Boy

Hi there ✌🏻
About me: I’m a big tall boy 😤😤 at 6’3, I have blue eyes and dark blonde hair and wear glasses cause my eyes don’t work so good🤓, I have lots of different hobbies like rowing, playing video games, watching one piece and rizzing you up. I’m big into documentaries and kind of a big film buff, I don’t really listen to music expect when I’m having a lil Friday evening drink so podcasts are my main thing. I’m full time employed as a Manager in a NGO. I have my own car and looking to buy a house at the moment. I have been told I have a baby face don’t hold it against me.
About you: looks wise I don’t really have a preference, someone cute and trendy, I for some reason like it when girls paint their nails idk why. and someone who’s driven, ambitious and got their own life going on. Also if you had a couple similar hobbies that would be neat so we can talk about stuff and get excited about the same lame shit 😫😫😫😫😫.
Not to be too serious but I am looking for something real and long term, if that’s not what you’re into that’s totally cool we just won’t match I don’t think! Anyway yeah dm me and we can have a nice lil convo and find out all sorts about each other, idk what else to write here
K love you bye
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2023.06.03 22:17 GoastRiter [GUIDE] Living Large in Los Santos: Unleashing Chaos. Making Friends and Rediscovering the Thrill of GTA Online!

If you're reading this, perhaps you're like me. You have most things you want in GTA Online. You've "done it all". And now you're bored.
But... have you *really* done it all? Turns out, most of us haven't. There's so much to do in this game, and it's easy to get stuck in old habits that prevent us from discovering everything there is to do in Los Santos!
So I began writing down all my ideas for having fun in the game, and basically use these suggestions as guidelines to always find something new to do. It has completely reinvigorated my joy for the game, and I hope it can help you do the same!
If you're having trouble with motivation or inspiration, then I suggest picking something at random from the list and just doing it! You might disccover that you love it, just like I did!
And if you have anything more to add, please share your comments so that we can all help build this list together. :)

Let's go!

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2023.06.03 22:17 WITHERAMBUSH What are the boot extenders that Brian Steele used when he played the T-600 in Terminator Salvation called? Can I find anything similar for sale?

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2023.06.03 22:16 bbriguyy Cloudy water during water cycle

I plan on adopting a baby axolotl soon (which I will house in a tub with daily water changes and feed brine shrimp until it gets big enough to be put in a tank) and I've been cycling my tank for more than a month. During the first two weeks I think due to poor research and too frequent water change the cycle crashed. Afterwards, I thoroughly do my research and dosed up ammonia with Dr Tims to 4ppm and let it cycle. I just tested today and water is at ammonia 0-0.25, nitrites 2ppm, nitrates 20ppm. However the water got really cloudy (bacteria bloom if I'm not wrong) and I'm afraid the cycle is crashing (again 😭). I'm relatively new to axolotl care and is still really overwhelmed and would really appreciate some help on what to do. Thanks a lot!
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2023.06.03 22:16 Insignities Omaha, NE - Looking for a Musician/Artist to Collaborate with

Hi, I’m Juan (22M). I live in Omaha, NE, and am looking for a musician/artist to create Original Music with. I play/create on guitar & piano - but am open to learning any instrument. I aim to develop a writing-relationship where we can produce fleshed-out art (music being the primary form). My influences include MBV, Beach House, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Slowdive, Sonic Youth, The Cure, Alice in Chains, Radiohead, Bauhaus, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Joy Division/New Order, & Deftones.
I am open to travel, of course within reason. No skill or virtuosity required. All I do ask for is commitment to completion of our art and the openness to communicate any and all ideas. I prefer In-Person interactions to Online/Remote, yet I recognize the analog barriers to entry so I am open to Online.
If you are interested, please message me on Discord (insignities#9594) with your Name, Age, & Primary Mode of Interaction. Discord is my favorite comms platform, but if you do not have it, you can hit me up here or my email “[email protected]”.
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2023.06.03 22:16 BuyWonderful He talks to me, as if I am an old friend.

I was scratched and bleeding, my clothing torn and twigs filled my hair, but none of that mattered, because I had almost made it through the dense bushland.
If I squinted hard enough, I could even make out the shapes of buildings and houses ahead. My legs were heavy, but I didn’t stop. Not long, not long at all, and I would be free.
But instead of freedom, the sound of a door slamming woke me abruptly, ripping me cruely from my dream of an almost escape.
I stare blankly ahead, not willing to meet the eye of my abductor. His smell, a petrol scent with stale sweat, mixed with a wiff of rich iron, was enough to make my stomach churn. Seeing his face.. That is too much to bear.
When his back is turned, I play with the gold locket that I shoved into my pocket when I first arrived here. For some reason, touching the cool metal seems to calm my panic.
I shudder to think about it’s origins though, I have the sinking gut feeling it had belonged to whoever was in here before me, someone who never had a chance to make it through the vast bushland, to their escape.
He talks to me, as if I am an old friend, a willing participant to this situation, while he fiddles with tools and material on his bench.
I imagine if I was able to get my hands on a hammer. I imagine what it would be like using it, on him.
He tells me he is building his son a spaceship, because he learnt about the galaxy and now he’s obsessed with space. I don’t say anything because I don’t care.
I want to scream at him, but I already know it is useless. I tried it for the longest time, and then I simply gave up.
I have to think harder, smarter. I cannot afford to mess up my escape. I cannot afford to end up like the girl whose locket I had discovered.
I don’t know how long it’s been, the days seem to blur into one when nothing ever changes. When he brings me my tea, a measly cup of watery stew, he notices the locket.
It is my fault, I have gotten lazy with keeping it hidden. I expect him to be angry, furious at what I’d found, but he just smiled.
“You wore it around your neck when you first came. I thought you must have lost it. I’m glad you’ve kept it safe.”
He leaves, and I am trying to work out what he means. I do something I’ve never done, I open the locket and look at the photo inside. A little girl, an older boy. A mum, a dad. Tears begin to fall as I allow myself to remember.
The locket is mine, it was only ever mine. There had never been anyone else down here.
It was me, just me, and it always will be.
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